Echo.
Your voice is lost in the wind.
All I hear is the echo of my memories.
I listen carefully, savoring the time before that final moment.
Echo.
My heart is drowning in my sins.
Echo.
Actions of the past repeat again.
Echo.
I cannot hear with the distance between us.
Pulse.
The flash of that last memory before being erased from my mind.
Ripple.
Vivid pictures fading to nothingness.
Echo.
Silence…